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Bullets slam into the rear panel—
heavy caliber—
controlled fire.
The car fishtails—
grips—
corrects.
And then—
we’re out.
Into the street.
Into the city.
And the world outside—
is already reacting.
Sirens.
Lights.
People running.
Phones lighting up with the truth we just unleashed—
and the violence that followed it.
And behind us—
the building burns.
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Unknown Name
“She escaped.”
The words land flat.
Not surprised.
Not emotional.
Just fact.
“Yes.”
“And the SEAL?”
A pause.
Short.
